Thursday, May 8, 2008

Happy Birthday Thomas!



Little Thomas turns two today!!

I remember being at Fuller Seminary, waiting anxiously to hear how Kathy was doing as she was just about to give birth to Thomas. I came out of my class, called my mom and found out that my newest little nephew had been born!

Kathy posted a really beautiful post about Thomas' personality here, and there's nothing I can add to that except hearty agreement with everything she said!

Thomas is a happy-go-lucky little guy with a smile that can brighten up a whole room! I love being a recipient of Thomas hugs and kisses, his "hellos" and "bye's" as well as his "I yuv you" (to quote Kathy). I love it (especially when I was more able to wrestle with Jack and Thomas before I was pregnant) when he comes up with his eyes bright and a big smile, waiting to get wrestled, tickled and plopped on the couch.

Love you Tom-Tom!!!

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

He Ate My Lunch!

Just a quick funny story...

I came home for lunch and fixed myself a sandwich...In fact, I fixed myself two sandwiches and was quite full when I finished.

So full that I needed to lay down for a few minutes and let lunch digest.

I dozed off for a few minutes (ok...about 45)...woke up and realized: "I'm starving!!!"

I think, during my little nap, the baby ate my lunch! This actually wasn't the first time this has happened. This had, in fact, occurred before that I had to the point of being super full, took a short nap and then woke up like I hadn't eat for hours and hours!

Crazy baby... :)

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Everything is Getting Bigger

I can't believe this week we hit 30 weeks!! I can't believe it has been a month since all the craziness and worry of early labor. Now, those fears seem to be a pretty distant memory. While I still get contractions, they are not scaring me because they are easy to manage by laying down, and all in all, everything has been going well.

Baby Michael is as squirmy as ever, and it just makes us want to see him more and more! He is still good about being still at night, but it is taking him a little longer to settle down than before. Michael noticed that usually a few minutes after the lights are out and I am laying down, he'll start on a routine of kicking and rolling. Michael thinks it's because the baby checks on me in the same way I check on him. If he doesn't feel me moving as much because I'm laying down, he squirms to get my attention to make sure I'm ok...just like if he goes too long without moving, I'll poke at him and talk to him to wake him up to make sure he's ok. I like that theory...it's cute.

Meanwhile, I'm noticing even maternity clothes have their limits. My maternity pants are now having a hard time staying up over the baby, so they are typically not where they belong, but way lower....

In addition, my rings are no longer comfortable enough to wear, so I go most of the time without them on. I don't like doing it because I can't exactly hide the belly, and I don't want people to think I am not married, but....what can be done? It's good because it certainly is a reminder not to judge people who are pregnant with no wedding rings!!

Other than that, I am trying to be good about my diet, but am not always successful. It is a little easier on me that my stomach just doesn't feel like having heavy, greasy foods in them...I mean, French Fries, which is my all time biggest weakness, have not sounded appealing to me in a long time. I mean, I'll eat them because my brain says I like them, but I always, always regret it by the time my stomach gets involved. So, I guess that is making it a little easier. But sometimes my brain says, "Eat this....it won't bother you." But it always does.

All in all, I am doing well, though slowing down significantly. Michael is taking such good care of me! I am so spoiled!! He is such a good husband and daddy!! I can't wait to raise a little boy that is hopefully just like him!!

"Shower" Just Doesn't Capture It


Last week, the Barbers, my mom and my sister organized a Baby Shower of epic porportions. It was SO much fun, and everyone was so unbelievably generous....Baby Michael is very well stocked up on all the essentials!!


I got to ride up with my sister, which was great to spend that time together, and we picked up my Grandma on the way to the Barbers' house, and spending that time with her was awesome too.


Walking in, we were greated with smiling faces from the Barbers and from my mom, and from the moment we stepped in and saw a huge baby bottle full of blue M & Ms, it was non-stop good eats!


There were so many delicious snacks...scones, petit-fours, chocolate-chocolate cookies, chocolate covered strawberries, home roasted turkey and roast beef, sausages, veggies, cake, salads, buffalo wings...it was unbelievable!! As my aunt Annie said, this is a Baby Shower where you can eat your fill! Not just dabble with a few cookies and leave hungry!!


And the abundance didn't end with the food, but also with the gifts for little Michael! There is too much to enumerate them all here, but Michael will be very well dressed, he'll have sweet sleeping arrangements, he'll be cleaned because of his array of bath products, he'll have plenty of comfy, soft, and special blankets and stuffed animals, he'll be rolling in style in his new car-seat and stroller set, and he'll be decked out for his first Dodger games, and he'll have plenty of diapers, wipes and grooming items (although, he'll be sure to prove to us that "plenty" of diapers will still not be enough for a baby!).


It was so much fun!! I feel bad because I started to get some annoying contractions, which prompted me to have to take my medicine, which then led me to feel a little jumpy and strung out. But I enjoyed listening to everyone talk and share and enjoyed just being with everyone.


I cannot thank everyone enough for such a fun day!! It truly was the best!!


Love,

Kim and Baby Michael.

Friday, April 18, 2008

No More Progesterone Shots! (For Now...)

Fridays and Tuesdays are my progesterone days, which means Wednesdays and Saturdays are pretty much the peak of my soreness due to those shots.

Today, especially in light of the baby shower tomorrow, I have been dreading going to get my shot, and thinking I might go in there and beg for pills. However, I received a phone call this morning that I do not need to get any more shots!!

I guess my levels are now significantly higher than they need to be, so he's taking me off the shot for the week and then I get my blood tested again next week and we'll go from there.

Thank goodness!!

I hate those shots so much! (of course, I do need to add the necessary disclaimer that I am very grateful for having had them at the beginning of the pregnancy because without them, Baby Michael may never have made it...which is a terrible thought.....so, I can say even moreso that I love those shots so much too!)

The only good thing about getting them again is that they do slow me down quite a bit, which is good for stopping these contractions.

I have noticed my body is getting much more sensitive to my activity. Just being up and about, even without doing strenuous things is causing contractions. Like yesterday, I went into work late, didn't do anything strenuous but sat down pretty much the whole time, and by 4:30, I was in a lot of discomfort. Whereas, the day before, I called in sick and spent the whole day (except from about 3-5) in bed and had no problems at all.

I'll see the doctor on Monday, so we'll decide what to do, but for now, I'm just glad progesterone shots are not part of the equation!

Here's to a fun day tomorrow!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Please Pray for a Friend

Dear Friends and Family,

A few weeks ago, just before we had our little scare, a friend of mine sent a message that his wife went into the hospital at 24 weeks with pre-eclampsia.

The doctor sent her home after a week to stay on strict bed rest, hoping to keep the baby in there for another month. This was about a week ago.

Today, she gave birth to a baby boy, at 1lb 6oz. His name is Joseph, and he is in critical condition.

Please, please pray for him. I know how effective all your prayers have been, and I know this little guy could sure benefit from your prayers just as much.

The parents' names are Jason and Kristen, and again, the little baby's name is Joseph.

The fear we had last week only is just one iota of a fraction of what this little family must be going through. Please pray!!

Pregnancy = Invitation to Be Rude

One thing I have noticed is that people seem to treat pregnant ladies with a certain bluntness, that I can say, is not always appreciated.

Among the more minor offenses is the perceived open invitation to touch my stomach anytime. This really doesn't both me all that much, but no one knows that as they go in for the reach. Aside from the "safe zones" of people's arms and shoulders...there are not many parts of the body that are just open for strangers to come up and touch. Yet, no one remembers that when there is a pregnant belly in sight: "I must touch it!! I cannot help myself!" People seemed to think to themselves.

But if this were the only thing, I really wouldn't care.

It's the other things I hear that are leading me to believe that people can say anything to a pregnant lady they could never say to anyone else, just because she is pregnant.

In the first trimester it was, "Kim...you look terrible!" Yes. Thank you, that was the look I was going for.

Since then, once the belly started to really show, here are a few winners:

"You look so big!"

"You get bigger and bigger every day!"

"That shirt makes you look huge!"

"When were you due? I would guess...like, yesterday!"

I try to have a good sense of humor about it, and maybe that's why I'm an easy target, because people can guess that...but in the end, it really is a guess on their part that I'm not super self-conscious about my increasing size. If it is a close friend, it really doesn't phase me, because they know those sorts of statements don't bother me (although, now they are adding up, they are getting a little annoying). But if they are not a close a friend, part of me wonders what they are thinking when they say these things! What woman really wants to be called "big" all the time?

My usual response is "Well, that's what happens!" or "it would be weird if the baby got smaller, wouldn't it?" or something that doesn't make them think I'm having an emotional pregnant moment...but enough to also communicate, "I have no response to that." After all, what am I supposed to say after someone says how big I am getting...."Thanks"?

The polite people say, "Oh, you're belly is so cute!" Not that I'm saying I have a cute belly, but if you want to make some exclamatory comment that cannot be taken rudely..people should say that. I know what they are saying..they are trying to say "you're getting big" and they are remarking on the increased size of the baby, but they are doing it in such a way that is tactful. I'll take "cute" anyday over "big."

Even to say, "The baby is growing!" is much better than to say "Kim you are getting so big." I know they are essentially the same thing, but one is not rude because it's commenting on a developing baby, and one is finding a loophole in the steadfast rule: Never call a woman big.

The one that takes the cake though, is the insistence of one of the people with whom I deal at work who insists that the early contractions have been brought on because I didn't listen to her and did too much work. "It's your fault this is happening" she kept saying. Meanwhile, me trying to keep my sense of humor, play it off like she's crazy, and that's nonsense, until I get in the car and the sense of anger at the inflammatory accusation sinks in.

Yes. I intentionally worked too hard so that I would go into early labor and thus endanger my own child. That was it. You caught me. Never mind that my own physiology clearly has something to do with it...it was just all my fault, I should have listened to you everytime you badgered me into not moving a glass full of water because it was too heavy and I would hurt the baby.

What kind of person says that this is all my fault?! Anxiety caused by comments like that does far worse for the baby than anything I may have lifted or moved.

Anyway, this ranting is probably no longer good for me...but I've just bombarded with an onslaught of these comments today...and it's kind of getting annoying.

Sorry for the bad mood blog....I love you guys!!